Dragged along by some demon, Jiang Chen, who has always followed rules and adhered to etiquette, seemed to have done many ridiculous things, like practicing in many places, yet there’s a point.

There has never been a third person present at the scene.

Tonight, the bottom line was broken again.

But, like a record, isn’t the so-called bottom line meant to be broken?

Jiang Chen had indeed never been to such value-added service venues in the country, but he did go to Lan Peizhi’s Qinyuan with Luo Peng to listen to performances.

Qinyuan is a place where the people interacting are all either distinguished or noble, and the girls there, like Xia Wanqing, are skilled in singing, playing instruments, and all sorts, making it a place of elegance entirely untainted by vulgarity.

Therefore.

Boss Jiang had no knowledge of the specific forms of value-added services, but Fujiwara Reiki, once known as Teacher Xiang Tian to him, gave him a lesson again.

After Sakura was called in, she ignored his strong opposition. Under Fujiwara Reiki’s order, this female ninja, who considers family sacrifice as her best mission, directly unbuttoned her ninja suit.

That’s what’s called ’Once a teacher, always a teacher.’

Someone at that time could only be described as having their scalp tingle, watching as her clothes slid down like she was shedding skin, revealing a body full of healthy allure, and proudly standing fruits.

Though supported by underwear, the discernible shape and size silently conveyed that they were fully mature, ripe for the picking.

Fujiwara Reiki’s experience was too rich, simply a devil born to ensnare men. She merely had Sakura undo the front of the ninja suit, not take it off, and the battle-worn pantyhose remained wrapped around the long and powerful legs.

"Jiang Sang, do you like this gift?"

As she spoke, Fujiwara Reiki, originally applying medication on Jiang Chen’s legs, was now sitting on his lap.

Yes.

A face-to-face posture.

She leaned against Jiang Chen’s shoulder, gently blowing into the man’s ear, like orchids and musk.

"Like your sister."

Jiang Chen clenched his jaw, hands on that supple waist, utterly motionless.

"Ah? Li Ji really has quite a few sisters."

She definitely didn’t mean from the same mother.

"Let her go out."

Jiang Chen said in a deep voice.

Although.

This is an opportunity to boost our national prestige, a once-in-a-lifetime chance. If word got out, it would certainly make fellow countrymen worship him, but his moral standards restrained him from committing such absurd acts.

"Is Jiang Sang shy?"

Fujiwara Reiki giggled, holding his shoulders, getting closer, almost speaking directly into his ear: "With Li Ji here, Jiang Sang can let go of all concerns and burdens, and be his truest self."

Case solved.

Everything was clear.

The truth was out.

It’s not about being his true self, it’s clearly about being a wild beast!

Or rather.

This enchantress is trying to open the Pandora’s Box hidden deep within human nature, tempting him to become a beast!

People change.

Not all capitalists initially pursue profits at the cost of morality.

On the contrary.

They might have initially cherished the simplest ideals, like Niu Jili stepping out of the countryside with a basket of eggs.

So.

The real test is how to maintain one’s core in a world of material desires, potentially facing the enticements of demons and ghosts.

Just like.

The monk Tang Seng and his disciples traveling west to obtain scriptures.

And this Japanese Enchanting Demon is undoubtedly a White Bone Demon on Boss Jiang’s journey to enlightenment.

"Why is Jiang Sang not moving?"

Fujiwara Reiki lowered her head, gently biting the man’s shoulder.

In heaven, willing to be lovebirds, on earth, willing to be intertwined branches.

At this moment, the two were intertwined branches.

So it’s not surprising someone was so agitated.

Eavesdropping was one thing.

Now it was even better.

A live performance.

He was not a Japanese actor after all.

Move?

The mindset and character molded by nine years of compulsory education wouldn’t allow it.

"Didn’t you want me to be my true self? This is the real me."

"..."

"..."

It’s simply reaching the pinnacle!

Fujiwara Reiki was stunned, then gave his chest a resentful pat, gently licking the spot where she nibbled earlier.

"Jiang Sang truly is the world’s greatest comedy master today."

Jiang Chen remained unmoved, his face unchanged, with an attitude that if Sakura didn’t leave, he would become a Buddha on the spot.

But does it matter?

They were united as one.

He didn’t move.

She moved.

It was the same.

The effect of the Red Flower Oil was truly instantaneous; Fujiwara Reiki now seemed entirely free from pain, her lotus arms draped around his shoulders, beginning to sway like a dancing water snake.

Jiang Chen narrowed his pupils, gripping her waist, "Let her go out."

What is true character and cultivation.

Not just empty words.

In a world with billions of people, how many can remain restrained and still in such a scenario?

It seems even Fujiwara Reiki was moved by the profound character displayed by him, or perhaps her waist was gripped too tightly, and sure enough, she stopped.

The pain in her waist made her brows furrow with grievance.

"Li Ji called Sakura just to spice things up. It’s rare for Li Ji and Jiang Sang to meet, how could I bear to share with others?"

Dangerous, slender fingers caressed Jiang Chen’s facial outline.

Without needing Fujiwara Reiki to give another order.

Sakura silently lifted her foot, walking over step by step, not disturbing the two, she knelt down slowly behind Jiang Chen.

Then.

Jiang Chen felt a warmth coming from his back.

Though a Death Warrior looks cold and ruthless on the outside, their body temperature is just like a normal person’s.

Obviously.

Fujiwara Reiki was not going to follow his arrangements.

Also.

When has Miss Fujiwara ever followed arrangements?

She always had her own mind.

In this moment, the person caught between attacks was like Tang Seng being lured into the Silk Cave by White Bone Demon.

Of course.

He could resist.

But with his skill level, he probably, wasn’t likely to be a match for Sakura, who was a promising candidate to become the youngest Upper-level Ninja in Japan.

Besides.

There’s another option.

That is to call for help.

Knowing the Four Great Kings were still waiting outside with strict vigilance.

Alright.

Perhaps, better than calling someone in, facing the situation, sparring with an elite Japanese Samurai would be preferred.

"Jiang Sang, stop overthinking, enjoy the moment, okay? Who knows when the next time will come."

Fujiwara Reiki seemed like a worm in someone’s stomach, or rather, due to the current intimacy.

Someone’s mental activity could be sensed by her in real-time via the interface.

And at this moment.

Jiang Chen felt his neck being clamped from behind.

Not a hand.

Alright then.

Already reminding not to have unrealistic fantasies.

Trapped by demons, front and back, where was there room for resistance?

Upon realizing his predicament, Jiang Chen’s gaze turned fierce, knowing there was no escape.

Fujiwara Reiki, remaining unafraid, embraced his neck, eyes dreamy, fragrant breath from her mouth.

"Jiang Chen-kun, please lash out at your teacher."

Jiang Chen-kun?

Teacher?

Jiang Chen’s breathing became fast.

Damn it!